Fade
by Is.
Echoes in a corridor
Memories, and nothing more
That fade away...
And so she turns to see his face
But when she looks, she's lost her place
To fade away...
And now he waits beyond her grasp
A fleeting moment in her past
So fate will have its laugh at last...
One more waltz that won't be played
On more piper to be paid
One more dancer on her grave
She's Fortune's Fool for one more day
And so she bleeds
And so she fades...
Dreams of summer afternoons
In Winter snow and icy tombs
That fade away...
One touch would break her reverie
And yet she watches silently
He fades away...
And life becomes a tragic farce
Of tattered sleeves and wounded hearts
As they both fade and fall apart.
